For some reason you feel oddly drawn to this section
of the Glade. A haunting melody floats through the air.
Seconds afterwards you begin to hear the song's lyrics.
Into your view comes a creature you've never seen.


It is brown, but a mixture of creatures that it has to be magic.
It's dark eyes are half-closed, but it speaks to you very softly.

*~* Greetings. I am a Sedyr, born of magic of these lands.
The Pah I had once watched over has now moved to a different
location. He no longer needs my aid. Care to visit him?. *~*

Are you tired yet?